I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Fu Tiancheng was a little confused when he saw the two of them sitting on the same bed.

But the doubts were thrown away the next second.

He took out a formation plate as big as a washbasin and placed it on the table. The formation plate was covered with red formation patterns and there was a faint smell of blood.

"Wen Ye, come here."

Wen Ye looked at the drowsy Yan Ping before getting up and going over.

Fu Tiancheng pointed to the center of the array plate, where there was a blank space, which was particularly conspicuous among the entire array plate filled with array patterns.

"Any idea what's missing there?"

Wen Ye examined it carefully and found that this array plate was filled with at least hundreds of small arrays stacked up one after another, and there were many that he did not recognize.

In the center, Wen Ye could only make out a core formation. "The last stroke of the Seven Star Lock?"

The Seven-Star Lock is not common because its effect is relatively useless. One must stay in the formation for a long time to be effective.

It is usually seen in dungeons or places where people are imprisoned.

But it's just right for Yan Ping's needs.

Fu Tiancheng took out a cup and said, "Put some of your blood and essence in it, and then I will use your blood and essence to draw."

He has done a lot of processing on this formation plate, but Wen Ye's realm is too low. The formation made with Yan Ping's blood is not simple, and it is not so easy to control it.

Wen Ye looked back at Yan Ping. He didn't think it was a good thing to hand over his weakness to others. If Yan Ping didn't want to, it was still not too late.

Fu Tiancheng paused and looked over.

Before, Liu Qingpeng was wary of Yan Ping, but he understood but did not agree with it. But when he saw Liu Qingpeng die at Yan Ping's hands in the evening, he recalled his feelings at that time.

Fu Tiancheng felt mixed emotions.

Yan Ping can save Liu Qingpeng today, but what about next time?

Yan Ping is a sword hanging over everyone's head, and he now needs a scabbard.

But no matter what, it all depends on Yan Ping's own wishes.

Yan Ping looked at them expressionlessly.

"What are you looking at? Painting!"

Wen Ye took a deep breath and forced a little blood out from his fingertips.

His current realm is not high, and his essence and blood are just a little bit, but it is enough to draw the last stroke.

Fu Tiancheng was behind him, ready to help at any time to ensure that Wen Ye would not fail.

However, Wen Ye had a great talent, and although his strokes were difficult and clumsy, he still completed the last stroke without any mistakes.

The moment the formation was perfected, the formation pattern burst into light, and an inexplicable connection appeared in Wen Ye's mind.

Even the function of the formation plate is understood clearly.

Wen Ye: "..."

Trapping arrays, all of them are trapping arrays, covering everything from the mind to the body.

If an ordinary monk were trapped like this, he would be doomed to be unable to escape for the rest of his life.

A gleam of light appeared in Yan Ping's eyes. "Bring it here and try it."

Wen Ye placed the washbasin-sized formation plate next to Yan Ping's bed, and began to activate the formation plate according to Fu Tiancheng's instruction.

Yan Ping wrapped himself in the quilt without moving, revealing a pale and delicate face. He quietly watched the seven faint spirit chains gradually appearing on the array plate.

Under Wen Ye's control, the seven spirit chains gradually spread towards Yan Ping.

The spirit chain ignored the quilt and went straight to Yan Ping's wrists and ankles, buckling into a loop on each of them.

Wen Ye's expression gradually became a little strange. He didn't know if it was because of the formation or what else.

Those spirit chains now felt to him like his extended limbs.

He could clearly feel the coolness of Yan Ping's body and the delicate touch. He could even clearly feel the pulse beating from the spiritual chain buckled on Yan Ping's wrist.

Wen Ye's breathing unconsciously became lighter, and he didn't dare to move the spiritual chain that fell on Yan Ping.

Of the remaining three, one probed towards the sea of ​​consciousness, one probed towards the dantian, and the last one was eager to grab Yan Ping's neck.

Wen Ye's breathing stagnated when he noticed the movement of the last spiritual chain, and he immediately reacted and suppressed it.

The other two were also retracted in an instant.

Facing the questioning looks from Yan Ping and Fu Tiancheng, Wen Ye remained calm.

"Senior, your sea of ​​consciousness is injured. I think these four are enough."

As for putting the spiritual chain around Yan Ping’s neck, forget it.

Yan Ping didn't say anything. He felt the strength of these spirit chains and frowned.

The formation drawn with his blood is somewhat useful, but not strong.

If he loses control again, this formation can only stop him for a moment.

In short, it's useless.

He still couldn't sleep.

Yan Ping said decisively, "Use the remaining three as well."

Wen Ye: "..."

Wen Ye had nothing to say and started to control again.

Three spirit chains stretched out, and Wen Ye controlled the spirit chain that he wanted to buckle around Yan Ping's neck and forcibly buckled it around Yan Ping's waist.

Wen Ye had changed Yan Ping's clothes and knew that he looked thin, but underneath his clothes were smooth muscle lines and his body shape was perfect, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Now put the spirit chain on.

It was just like his hand touching it.

Warm, thin, and with some scars.

The strange touch made Wen Ye's face look very weird.

But Yan Ping was unaware of this.

He was observing the spiritual chain that came into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This spiritual chain stopped moving as soon as it reached the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Ping poked it with a wisp of spiritual consciousness, and saw the spirit chain tremble, and then slowly grasped the wisp of spiritual consciousness.

Yan Ping: “…”

This was the first time he had come into contact with this kind of formation. In the past, he would never allow anyone to have the opportunity to use the formation on him. But now it felt a little strange.

Wen Ye felt the stimulation from the spirit chain and his expression became more and more strange, but Fu Tiancheng did not notice him and instead observed Yan Ping.

Yan Ping dragged the spirit chain into his sea of ​​consciousness, then turned around to look at the spirit chain on his dantian.

Well... that spiritual chain couldn't get in. As soon as it entered the body, it was completely swallowed up by the meridians that lacked spiritual power.

Yan Ping's eyes gradually darkened. If that was the case, then this formation made with his blood was useless.

Yan Ping looked at Fu Tiancheng, "Is this the best you can do?"

Fu Tiancheng shook his head, "No, Wen Ye, use your spiritual power to activate it."

Wen Ye came back to his senses, forced himself to put aside the strange feeling, and began to gradually activate the formation.

Yan Ping could feel that the originally loose spiritual chain was gradually becoming tight, and several forces appeared at the same time, trying to pull him onto the array plate.

The force was very strong, but Yan Ping didn't move at all.

His attention was on the sea of ​​consciousness, and the wisp of consciousness that was held by the spirit chain was constantly being wrapped up.

But the spirit chain wrapped very gently and moved slowly. After the spiritual consciousness moved twice, the spirit chain stopped moving.

Yan Ping felt his eyebrows twitching.

Isn’t Qingzhou’s formation targeting spiritual consciousness a bit too gentle?

The next second, a stream of blood suddenly surged out from the array plate and spread along the spiritual chain on his spiritual consciousness all the way to Yan Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

The transparent spirit chain instantly turned blood red and became extremely strange.

Wen Ye's face changed slightly, and this blood chain seemed to be out of control.